This is Brother Bishops Vision
This for Chitown Poets Only
Where my Chitown Poets At???
Lets get all the Sisters & Brothers
Representing on this thread
Lay that Poetry down Chitown Style
When its all said and done
Family let us know what you think!!!

Chitown
Im in the dirt in trenches
I put the hurt you flinchin
Slap the taste you bitc--in
Im the man who is it
Tantrum bad a-- bully
Drag that a-- wit pullies
Whole click in hoodies
Chickens love my woodie
I bench press you check
Thats 265 at best
Get it off you chest
I represent the best
Windy blocks I grind
Windy glocks and nines
Windy rocks is fine
They on sell you buyin
I promote the great
Patty cakes and weight
Push cadillacs and ya
Couple of bags of hay
From valentines to may
Labor day and wait
Its the life I give
Its the life you feel
Its the life thats real
Its the life of the streets
The Windy Chi is Real
Cap the don fa sho
Im a Capdon Like whoa
Second to none you know
Lyrics break your drems for real
Crush your dreams for real
And this...
Just start of this
Hot water burn your body like
Cuts and bruises I rip the flesh
I am....
So dam sick I can get you there
Spread wings shank right there
Cook County tips what deck you on
Claim neutron you aint real at all
Cold steel and umm
Make others retire
Chitown the realiest yall!!!

Were my Windy City poets at
Lets show em how we do
Much love Poets!!!!!!

Chitown Pimps
Love Remi & Malt Liquor
Gucci the Interior
Spinners Hey go figga
Mink from the shoulders
Down to my Prada skinups
Ladies say im did up
Haters I make em sit up
Listen
Im not the type
To get the club crunk
Im the type to bust a round
Make the club slump
Four rounds im gone dump
The screams get me crunk
I blow so dam hard
The air is so thick
My mind so dam sick
My nine so dam thick
My grind take yo pick
What line you gone hit
Chitown in this......
You Know!!!

Sister Queen
You dont have to duck
Sweety I got your back
I pistol whip and handcuff
Snatch the ***** when they man up
I grab the shot when they hands up
I love the town its the chi what
No more hate when I ride up
Whole darn block gone flame up
Pipes and trees we dont lace up
You trip you fall that was dumb luck
You gone ride little Young Buck
Grab N Go im so dam stuffed
Chitown hot you aint had enuff
Karate style wit nuchukes
Blow you down like so what
Whipe the dirt and just stand up
Im out the hood but im still ruff
I represent for the hood what
Windy City & Tantrum huh
Titanium you cant break us what...